From Me To You

by CrypticBeans

Toshinori likes to believe he's seen it all. That he's seen all there could be. And yet nothing prepared him for the day he was invited over to none other than Hizashi and Shouta's home where his life is flipped upside down.

2. Me, You And A Blinding Love!

The soft patter of rain hitting the windows.

The lingering taste of coffee on his tongue.

The warmth of another person cuddled up to him.

Toshinori swore there could be no happier. His cheek pressed to the top of Shouta's head as the black-haired man lounged in his arms with his phone in hand as he scrolled about on TikTok from what he could see. He held a Kindle in his hand that he was reading off of as his legs spread to accommodate Shouta. Taking in the musky vanilla notes of his cologne clung to his hair. His back resting against his chest as his left knee pressed into the back of the couch and his right leg braced in a bent position off of it.

Spread wide with an arm curled loosely around Shouta's waist. It had taken him three long, painful months to work up to the casual affection his boyfriends showed him. Casual touches that had left him red faced and flustered. Hell, they still did. From the night of their "confession", Shouta and Hizashi had been nothing short of understanding. Had been nothing short of accommodating for him. They'd been patient. They'd been sweet. They'd been, for all the world, perfect partners.

They did their best to include him with physical affection at first; hugs from Hizashi and cheek brushes from Shouta. Touches that left him red faced with a whimper in his throat as he ducked his face away to hide it from said boyfriends. Movie nights spent sitting stiffly with Shouta cuddled up to his good side and hesitant cuddling of Hizashi on the bad side with his body angled away when there was a flare up. Nights where he held their hands awkwardly.

It all had been so damn new that he hadn't known what to do with not one but two boyfriends. He hadn't known how to express it was too much until one day he found himself crumbling when Shouta had taken the time in between classes to caress his cheek with the back of his hand. It had him ducking away, hiding his face, and refusing to meet the black-haired man's gaze. It had been what he could only describe as a panic attack.

He'd been nothing short of honest with Shouta when he explained the touches were overwhelming. That the sweetness was more than he could ever have expected. He hadn't known how to react properly to the couple who showed him nothing but patience and adoration. It left him feeling like he was coming up short given how awkward he'd been, and he felt he was inadequate. Too shy to show affection and too easily embarrassed to reach out and hold a hand without thinking.

It had been an odd panic attack as he sat in the empty staff room with Shouta's hands on his knees trying to calm him down. It was only fate that Hizashi would poke his head in mid panic attack, and it added another person worried for him. Another person to explain that he felt awful accepting all of this love, all of this adoration, when he was too shy, too awkward and too embarrassed. He had felt awful unloading it onto the pair of men, but it had, in a way, opened their communication.

Something that had been hesitant on all parts, but the blonde and black-haired man had taken the time to sit down with him. Hands in his with the promise that they'd go at the speed he needed them to go at. That they would do only what he wanted them to do. What he was okay with and what he wasn't. The open communication had been amazing breathtaking. Like he was finally breathing out since the confession. Since that first act of adoration.

Like he could finally, finally tell Hizashi or Shouta something without that quiet fear they'd balk at him. That they'd be offended somehow. Both men seemed open, receptive, and it was more than he could have asked for. That he could have imagined. Once he'd been calmed down, they resumed without a beat with those quiet touches that he green lit. Cheek touches, hand holds, and air kisses that made his heart flutter when he was ready for them.

It was easier to explain himself to his boyfriends who seemed to be nothing short of understanding. He didn't understand what he did to gain not one but two different men who were willing to go above and beyond for him. It was by far the most touching thing that he'd ever been given by a partner. And with their now open communication, it was easier to find himself comfortable with the blonde and black-haired man.

Going on late night walks with Shouta, arm in arm, while they talked quietly amongst themselves. Or sitting on the back porch swing while Hizashi cuddled into his good side with their quiet conversation together while he worked up the courage to wrap his arm around him. There was no rush on their physical relationship; absolutely none. If anything, both men seemed absolutely smitten. They seemed besotted with him even if he couldn't see the reason behind it.

But if it made them happy when he reached his hand out? When would he wrap his arm around them? Hold them close? Well, dammit, he'd do it. There was never any rush for him to do something instinctively or to give them the physical relationship they wanted from them. If anything, there was something so delightful in seeing the way spots of pink popped on Shouta's cheeks when he grabbed his hands.

When he got to watch Shouta's shoulders scrunch up and his head ducked down to hide the blush smothering over his cheeks. Or when Hizashi would glow with such utter delight when he wrapped his arm around his waist with spots of color popping on his cheeks. How he smiled so beautifully it hurt his heart to see such a happy, beautiful smile on his partners' face. Even the shy smile Shouta often had on his lips when he held his hand on the couch or when he would lean into his side.

The surprised yet delighted smile on Hizashi's lips when he hugged him once from behind while they did the dishes. All it was about was confidence. Boldness. He knew his partners were letting him do what he felt most comfortable with doing and there was nothing he loved more than seeing the delight sparkle in Shouta's dark eye and in the brilliant, beautiful green of Hizashi's. To know that no matter how small the action he was making his partners happy with him.

Making them delighted over the small acts of physical affection that he felt comfortable with giving them. The signs of that delight were all too easy to spot in those shy and sweet smiles of theirs. It had been quite a while since he'd been in a relationship, but he was happy. He didn't think he'd be so damn happy when he entered the relationship with Hizashi and Shouta. He didn't think he'd be so happy to hold someone's hand or to have someone cuddling into his sides.

Or the nights he spent the night with Hizashi and Shouta cuddling into him while fingers played with his hair while they talked. Low voices filled the dark room until Hizashi was taking both his glasses and his hearing aids off and resting his head on his chest just like Shouta. Curling his arms around his boyfriends to hold them close as he laid out on his back was a dream. It was by far the sweetest thing about his nights when he spent them here.

He didn't know what he did to get so lucky as to have not one but two boyfriends who cared so much about his comfort. That he had two boyfriends who were willing to go above and beyond to make him comfortable. To make him happy. And he dared to say he was the happiest he'd been in years. Since Dave. It was amazing how it felt to simply exist and be loved by someone. By two different men who, after three long months together, already meant the world to him.

Even Eri, who had been curious about his constant presence, had warmed up to him. And he adored the girl who once called him Uncle Might and now called him Nori like her fathers. Three long, blissful months that meant the world to him. That felt more like a dream than the night of their dinner and confession. However, three months together was a milestone that anyone would be happy about. Something that Hizashi had insisted was sentimental. Meaningful. It was a milestone after all.

Hizashi and Shouta had taken him out on a wonderful date night together with the two of them giving him cheek caresses or gentle hand holds. And yet, as happy as he was simply being with both of these men, he found that he was worrying. About what their sex life was going to look like going forward. He wasn't a very sexual man by nature; he and Dave would only really have sex three times a week depending on the mood. He never really saw much to the sexual aspects of life.

Whether that was because he had been so busy or because he had a low drive, he had not a clue. Recently, they had stepped up from air kisses to soft kisses on his cheeks which had him redder than anything. There was nothing that made his day better than when Shouta's somewhat dry lips were pressing against his cheek or when Hizashi's soft lips were pressing to his cheekbone. Cheek kisses that he absolutely adores even if it made him somewhat embarrassed to return those kisses to his boyfriends.

But it was these kisses that were given so freely that had him thinking about proper kisses. About his sex drive. The medication he'd need from his doctors. And then came the rather reality shaper; that there was more going on behind the scenes than he had initially realized. When they had first confessed, Shouta and Hizashi had admitted to having an active sex life. Something that he understood perfectly; after all, there were men out there with a much more active sex drive than himself.

He knew from his time with Dave that he adored being touched. He loved to make love with someone he adored and have their hands on his body. Lips on his and nips to his skin. And after three months of being with both men, he was sure that while he wasn't included just yet that the two were having sex on their own. It was all too abundantly clear when he would come over on afternoons Eri was at her after school programs. A pop in visit that both men had said they were fine with.

Something he was hesitant about but he had decided to pop in that afternoon. And rather than finding his boyfriends cuddled up in the living room the way he usually did, he'd been thrown for a loop. Hizashi had came out of the bedroom with a silky robe on. He had been beautifully flushed with blonde locks tussled from either rubbing on the blanket or from grabbing hands. There had been soft red marks left on his throat that were all too clear just what they were.

And he didn't fault both men for having an active sex life; if anything, his boyfriends had the free reign to be as sexual as they wanted. Yet it made his face red when one afternoon he'd been confronted with soft red marks on Hizashi's throat and a flushed Shouta with wild curls standing to attention. The smell of sweat that radiated off of both of his partners when they leaned in to kiss his cheeks in greeting. Sex was a natural part of life.

It was a natural thing when two young, handsome men wanted one another. And yet he couldn't help but wonder if, somehow or some way, his partners wanted him like that. If they looked at him with that flame of desire or if they merely saw an older man who was a former shadow of himself. A man who, since his catastrophic injury, had a hard time in the bedroom. He knew his parts still worked; after all, he was still a man. It was too a while to get, well, hard on his own but he could masturbate one in a while.

He just didn't want his partners to put off if he couldn't get hard right away like they could. But did they even want him like that? It was made clear that Shouta and Hizashi were active in their love life, but would that ever include him? Would that ever have him involved with them? He knew that three months wasn't all that long to be thinking about this, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know if his partners found him attractive that way as they claimed they did.

After all, it was them that said sex or no sex, they still wanted him. But did that mean that they thought of him? Did they find this bony, skeletal body attractive? And how could they? He couldn't maintain his strong form ever since he lost his quirk. It was difficult and even if it held an attraction to them, it wouldn't change his true form. He'd never worried about sex in the past. He never worried if he was attractive to his partner. And yet now he felt like he was spiraling and unsure of himself.

He didn't know if it was that pesky insecurity rearing its ugly head in him. He knew he could ask Hizashi or even Shouta, but the words clogged his throat. They choked him up when he even thought of asking his boyfriends if they found him attractive. It had him red-faced when he was pacing in the kitchen of his own apartment. When he was lying in bed with his gaze on the dark ceiling up above him after he had taken his breathing treatment.

He'd gone to his doctor to express desire in wanting that pill to help aid his libido but he'd yet to take it. He had yet to tell his partners that he had gotten on said pill. After all, the last thing he wanted was to get their hopes up about him possibly engaging in sex. He had a lower drive, always had, and being older meant nothing. It's not like he had had a high drive previously and only now had none. He'd never been very sexual in the past, but he'd made love with Dave during their in-person relationship.

He wasn't a master at sex despite his age, but he knew that if he wanted to talk about sex that Hizashi and Shouta would be willing to hear him out. Right? After all, with their communications being open it made it easier to talk to them. And yet it choked him up and had him red faced thinking about sex with his boyfriends. About what they could or couldn't do. It was mortifying but he wanted nothing more than to bring it up if he could. He knew he should.

After all, they were going on for four months of dating, and he didn't want them to think he didn't want them. Because he does. Oh, how he wants Hizashi and Shouta. It got his heart thumping against his chest at the sight of those soft red hickeys left behind on Hizashi's throat. It had his ruined stomach fluttering wildly to see the wild, tussled appearance to Shouta's black hair. The way those curls stood up on end from Hizashi's no doubt grabbing hands.

The claw marks he'd gotten a glimpse of on Hizashi's shoulders. The claw marks on Shouta's lower back. Small signs of their sexual nature that got his heart beating faster in his chest. It was harder to breathe as he tried not to take notice of these signs in his boyfriends. There was nothing he wanted more than to be there. Would their hands reach for one another? Would their hands reach for him? Would those green eyes glow at him with a look of desire so intense it would leave him breathless?

Would Shouta look over his thin form with a look of hunger? Would they crawl off the bed to tug him onto it? Would their lips kiss over his skeletal body like they would with one another's? Would they look at him with such desire it would leave him breathless? He wanted so badly to know. He'd been on the fence about asking to be in the room with them but there's nothing he wants more than to get a glimpse. Who topped? Who bottomed?

What would it be like to hear his boyfriends crying out? To see them twisting and squirming together? To watch hips rutting and gasping breaths being taken? Would they cry out for one another? Would they cry out his name? Would they look at him in the peak of an orgasm? They were thoughts that came to him as he was slipping away into sleep but mortified him come morning. It was embarrassing wanting to know these things about his partners.

Wanting to know what it'd be like to see them in such a vulnerable state. It felt like it was a personal, meaningful thing that didn't need a third onlooker. He knew better than to think of it, yet he found himself curious. Found himself thinking about it when he was alone in his apartment before heading over to their home. He knew they had given him the go ahead to watch them, but it felt impolite. It felt intrusive. It had him nervous at the thought of bringing it up with his partners.

It felt like he was being a pervert wanting to ask about sex. He knew that sooner or later the conversation was going to come up and he needed to be ready for it. Was three months long enough to tell his boyfriends he might want them? Was three months too soon to even think about sleeping together? Or was it long enough? He didn't know how to navigate this; when he'd been with Dave it had been so easy. Both would come together mutually when the mood struck.

But he wasn't that young man who could handle a few rounds of sex. Hell, he only managed to last through masturbation, and he was down for the count for a while. He wants nothing more than to be honest with Hizashi and Shouta. About where his thoughts had been heading for a while, but he didn't know how to tell them. Hell, he didn't know how he'd say it to the blonde and black-haired man without turning red. How did he go about this? How did he treat this with the tact and thoughtfulness that it deserved?

How did he bring it up to Hizashi and Shouta that he was interested? That he was the smallest bit curious? He didn't want to just blurt it out without the tact or the respectfulness something like this deserved. After all, how would he react if they told him that one of them wanted to have sex with him while the other watched? How in the world would he react to that? He wanted to do this right. He wanted this to go right. And he wanted them both to understand exactly where he was coming from without seeming like he was some kind of pervert.

So how did he go about this? Did he set them down one-on-one to talk to them? Or did he do it together with both men present? Or did he-?

"Hey." Fingers trailed over his cheek tearing him out of his thoughts as he found Shouta's dark eye on him. A light caress down his cheek had him blinking to focus when the man shifted slightly with his head lifting from his shoulder. "What's going on in that head of yours? You're thinking so damn hard about something that I swear I can hear it too. What's going on? What're you possibly thinking so damn hard about, huh?"

Heat tingled in his cheeks when Shouta sat up right in his arms to turn and face him properly. Those trailing fingers then slid along his cheekbone as Shouta's rough palm pressed to his warm cheek. And he couldn't stop himself from leaning his cheek into his boyfriend's hand as he took a slow breath. Now or never. How did he do this? How did he say this? "I'm, um, thinking about something. Something I want to talk to you and Zashi about. I just don't know how to go about it with the two of you."

Black lashes fluttered as a thumb moved along his cheekbone gently as black curls swayed when Shouta's head tilted slightly. His thumb making a soothing circuit when the black-haired man frowned softly at him as black brows twitched together. "Well, if you have something to talk about, we can always wait until Zashi gets home. Or is this something you want to talk one-on-one about? If you want the three of us to talk together then that's also fine. Or is this a private conversation you want to have?"

"Yes! No? I, um, don't know? I just- I've been thinking about it for a while and I-I don't know how to say it without sounding strange, you know? And it-it feels too soon to be having this conversation seeing as we've only been dating for three months!" The hand on his cheek gently rubbed at him with that thumb moving over his cheekbone when he took a trembling breath. He then leaned over to put the kindle down on the coffee table. "I don't want to-to say it and it turns out to be true."

"Well, how will you know if it's true or not if you don't say it?" Shouta's voice was low, a murmur, as his thumb moved over his cheekbone, and he swallowed when a hand was sliding into his. Fingers weaving between his when he fit his fingers between Shouta's. Holding onto his hand when the black-haired man then leaned forward towards him with that soft frown. "Nori, I can't read your mind. No matter how perceptive Hizashi claims to be, he can't either. We won't know what's going on unless you tell us. So what is it?"

God, his heart felt fit to burst out of his chest. Thudding, thudding, thudding. Hard beats wreaked havoc on his ruined stomach with his breaths trembling as he tried to keep them from racing. How did he say this? How did he do this? He and Dave never really had the sex talk until after they'd made love the first time. This was amazingly nerve-wracking as he clung to Shouta's hand when he let out a breath. "I've been thinking about-about it a lot lately. About, um, sex?"

Mismatched eyes widened slightly as they flickered over his face with that soft frown fading away as his lips parted slightly. His mouth opening slightly as the black-haired man looked at him silently which had his face burning with a rush of heat that had him ducking his head down. Trying to hide it from view when the hand in his pulled away and came up to cup his other cheek. Lifting his hot face up as the black-haired man's thumbs moving over his cheeks. "What about sex? Is there anything specific about it?"

"I- Um, it's-it's mostly been, um, about you and Zashi? I don't know if I-I want to see it or join but I've been thinking about it a lot! The past few times I've come over it-it was obvious that you both were doing something beforehand and I can't- I feel like such a pervert thinking about it! For noticing that! And yet I-I want to see? Or-Or maybe try doing something, um, one-on-one? But that means you have to want me, right? And I can't help thinking how anyone, let alone you two, could want this. Want me. And I just-!"

"Nori, slow down, alright? You're babbling a mile a minute and I'm trying to keep up, but you need to slow down, alright? Take a deep breath." Thumbs moved soothingly over his cheekbones as he took a slow, deep breath that had his chest expanding slightly before letting out when Shouta then frowned at him again. "Now, tell me what in the world makes you think I wouldn't want you? Why wouldn't I want you? You're thin, sure, but you're a handsome man. And I can't see a good reason why I wouldn't want you."

"Because I'm-I'm so skeletal and I can't- I don't see how I can be attractive to either of you! I still don't understand after three months how either of you can-can touch me the way you do without flinching! And-And there's the matter than we haven't even kissed yet and I'm already thinking of sex!" Pausing to lick his lips, he took another breath which shuddered down as he closed his eyes with thumbs moving gently over his cheekbones. "If you or Zashi don't want me like that then please tell me. Don't do anything out of necessity."

"Toshinori Yagi, you look at me right now." He flinched instinctively at the heated tone of Shouta's when he cracked his eyes open to squint at the black-haired man who frowned at him with black brows squeezed tightly together. It was that face of displeasure that he'd recognize anywhere. That stern look of disappointment he showed his students half the time. It had him wincing when hands pressed lightly to his cheeks. "You listen and you listen good, alright? There is nothing wrong with thinking about sex."

"But I-!"

"Hush! I'm not done yet! So, hold your tongue until I'm ready for you to talk, understand me?" He nodded when the black-haired man's thumbs moved over his cheekbones gently with that frown twisting on full lips as his brows twitched from the tight squeeze. "I want you. Yes, like that. Every relationship has its milestones, every relationship has its time, but you don't get to feel guilty about that. If you're thinking about sex then we sit and talk, alright? If you want something tell us. But I do want you. I want you very much."

His lips trembled silently with words clogging his throat when he reached up to touch the backs of Shouta's hands. He gently grabbed onto the black-haired man's wrists when he pinched his lips together tightly. Shouta wanted him? How? Did he not see him for what he was? Or was there something he was missing? Was there something he wasn't seeing? Or was Shouta merely placating him? "Can you just- I hate to play the insecurity card, but how can you want me like that? Am I really that attractive to you?"

"How can you not be? Toshinori, you may be thin but that's due to medical reasons and those reasons reflect physically which you cannot help one bit, right?" Thumbs moved over his cheekbones gently when he met that mismatched gaze; a soft, cloud gray and a deep, glittering black. They were so beautiful. "You're handsome. A very handsome man who has his qualities. Like these big hands of yours. Or your eyes. Or your deep voice. Your hair. Your smiles. Your laughter. The way you blush just like that."

Thumbs moved then as his face burned with what he knew had to be an unflattering red as Shouta shifted with legs curling up to balance on his knees. Moving up higher coaxing his head to tilt back as he stared at the black-haired man. How could he believe that when that's all he found attractive about Shouta? Such an unbearably handsome man he was, and he wanted him? It felt like an improbability. Something he needed to wrap his mind around but couldn't. "So you-you really want me then? Sexually?"

"Of course I do, how could I not? You're handsome and you're attractive to me, so why would I not think of you like that? Three months or three years, desire doesn't have a timeline, Nori." Palms pressed firmly to his cheeks with Shouta's face so close to his own as he squeezed at his wrists gently as the black-haired man smiled gently down at him. "But to know you're thinking of it too? That you want me? Or Zashi? That's flattering. Unbelievably, completely flattering that you want me too. You do want me, right?"

His words were clogging his throat at how close that lovely face was to his own. Closer than he was used too. There were the cheek pecks that he'd been receiving and trying to give back but this? This was something different. Something that plucked a cord inside of him that had him thrumming softly. His skin tingling with his hands sliding down from his wrists to caress his forearms as he let out a trembling breath. He could admit that much, couldn't he? "I want you very much, Shouta."

His voice barely carried in the whisper it was as he caressed his boyfriend's forearms gently which got him a hum back. That smile widening into something that had his heart sprinting against his chest as thumbs moved over his cheekbones again before hands slid backwards with fingers sinking into his hair. Tilting his face up to the black-haired man's as his heart throbbed in his chest. "So if you want me, is it so crazy to believe that I want you too? That I could want you the same way I want Zashi?"

Swallowing around the knot forming in his throat, he slid his hands from Shouta's forearms to reach down. His hands reaching for his waist before flinching away instinctively; waiting for a rebuke from the black-haired man. And yet he received none. Got no sharp words. Swallowing again, he reached out to touch Shouta's waist with fingers tightening in his hair. It had his ruined stomach fluttering wildly as he took a trembling breath. "It's just unbelievably someone so beautiful would want me."

"You're beautiful in your own way too, Nori, you know that? I love how beautiful you are. Yes, you. How sincere your eyes are and how you smile. It's all the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And you've been so happy the past three months that I want to do nothing but make you happier." A murmur. Shouta's voice was pitched down to that murmur again though there was a husky note that plucked at that cord in his chest. Had his hands trembling as he gripped at the fabric of his boyfriend's sweater.

God, was it always so hard to breathe? Did his breathing always sound so loud? His heart was throbbing in his chest as he felt the light brush of Shouta's breaths just barely making it to his lips. The light brush of his nose against his as hands tightened in his hair with that desire thrumming under his skin. How many nights had he imagined kissing Shouta? How long had he been wanting to do so? How many nights did he imagine what it'd feel like? What it'd be like to do it? "Shouta?"

"Yes, Toshinori?" Two words. Just two words but God if it didn't pluck that cord in him to get his skin thrumming anew. He tightened the fistfuls of shirt he held in his palms as he held onto his boyfriend's waist. It was the closest they've been this close, and it was wreaking havoc on his sensitive system. He was thrumming. His heart was throbbing in his chest with frantic beats. His ruined stomach was fluttering wildly as his breaths trembled out of him. "Do you want something from me, Nori?"

He needed to say this right. He knew what he wanted. He knows what he wants right now. Those full lips were so close to his own with hands tightening in his hair sending shivers down his back. He was tugging on Shouta's waist to tug the black-haired man closer to him instinctively. And it was such a pleasure to feel Shouta pressing up against him; nudging him into the arm of the couch but he happily ignored it as he licked his lips. "Would you- I mean, can I kiss you? Please?"

There was a trembling exhale from Shouta who leaned forward towards him. Instead, a hand slid to cup the back of his head with the black-haired man leaning forward to close the gap between them. And oh. Oh, it was like everything he'd imagined it to be. Those full lips he'd admired from a distance for years were finally pressing against his. They were pressing softly, tenderly, against his own as he found himself letting out a sharp breath through his nose.

Shouta slid a hand from his hair to curl his arm around his shoulders instead. A sigh fanned over his cheek then when the black-haired man began to pull away. It had him leaning forward, chasing after him instinctively for another press of his lips against those plush full ones. God, they felt so good against his. How many nights did he imagine having this man's lips against his? How many times did he stare at those full lips while he spoke and imagined them pressed to his?

How many times did he imagine what it would be like to kiss him? To be kissed again after so many years? He found himself melting as he curled his arms around his boyfriend's waist cautiously only to tighten his hold when he got a pleased hum from the black-haired man. A soft sound that had his stomach fluttering wildly as he moved his lips clumsily against Shouta's who moved his lips against his. Slowly. There was a sweetness to the kiss that had his tense muscles relaxing slightly.

His boyfriend pressed himself up against him with the hand in his hair scratching gently at him. It sent shivers racing down his back as full lips dragged against his with that slowness that he tried to mirror as he moved his lips with his boyfriend's. It had been such a long time since he'd had the pleasure of kissing someone and God knows he wants to get it right. He kissed his boyfriend with that same slowness with the black-haired man seemed patient.

Letting him move his lips before moving his own. As if he was being given time to figure this out. To figure out how to kiss him properly. It had been such a long time since he'd been able to kiss someone like this, the last being Dave, and he wanted so badly to get it right. He wants nothing more than to kiss Shouta with all the tender sweetness and adoration that he possibly could. He waited to feel Shouta's lips slide against his before moving his own again where he mirrored the movements of his lips.

It got him another of those low hums from the black-haired man. He tightened his arms around his waist before sliding a hand upwards along the middle of his back. Feeling the heat burn in his cheeks when the black-haired man squirmed. A quiet sound leaving his boyfriend that he didn't quite catch but it was a breathless puff of a sound as he slid his hand up his back towards his hair. Toying with the ends of those black curls before sliding his hand up to sink his hand into them.

Cupping the back of his head. The quiet whisper of their moving lips filled the space between them with his heartbeat quietly throbbing in his ears. His heart was beating so fast it was hard to control his breathing as he moved his lips against Shouta's with that spark of eagerness. It felt so nice to kiss his boyfriend. He'd been watching for three months as Hizashi and Shouta shared those casual kisses together. When he caught them sharing those long, lingering kisses.

A sight that made him long. Pine. Ache to have the chance to do the same with Hizashi and Shouta. To kiss both men the second that he could. He'd been so shy that he hadn't had the strength to bring it up until now. Shouta being his first kiss in years was the best thing in the world. To finally be able to do the very thing he'd been fantasizing about doing for years? To finally have the chance to hold him? And to know that, soon enough, he'd be able to do the same with Hizashi?

It had his heart thudding against his chest with trembling breaths being taken through his nose. He moved his lips with Shouta's the best he could without being clumsy. He hoped his boyfriend would forgive his over eagerness the longer they went on, but the black-haired man didn't seem to mind. If anything, he could swear there was an eagerness on his boyfriend's side of things that had his stomach fluttering. It was lazy. Slow.

Their lips dragging against one another while trying to melt together. To curve and shape together for a comfortable fit. The arm around his shoulders tightened slightly to which he tightened his arms around Shouta. Holding him impossibly close to himself as he ignored the slight pressure on his stomach in favor of kissing the black-haired man. Kissing him with the tender sweetness that he was being kissed with as the hand in his hair scratched at him again.

And a sigh fanned out on his cheek which he couldn't for the life of him stop himself from echoing again. He then felt Shouta pushing forward slightly to rest properly in his arms as he listened to the sound of his knees sliding over the cushions. Adjusting himself. He wanted nothing more than to swing himself into Shouta's lap. To bury his hands in these rather soft black curls of his and kiss him with all the enthusiasm he felt bubbling in him. But he had to pace himself.

He had to go slow for now. Rubbing his left hand up and down his boyfriend's back got him a lazy sounding hum from the man as he scratched at his head. Moving his lips against those full ones, he found himself admiring how plush they were. Much plusher than he had ever imagined them to be. And while they were a bit chapped, he didn't care one damn bit. Because finally after years of fantasizing, he was kissing one of the men he'd been pining after. Longing for.

And he wouldn't trade it for the world. He continued rubbing at his boyfriend's back, his fingers curling strands of black hair around his fingers which he tugged curiously at which got him a shudder from the man in his arms. He got a light tug on his own hair sending a shiver down his back as he moved his lips against those plush full lips of his. God, he can kiss this man for hours. They'd only just begun, he was painfully clumsy, but fuck does he love kissing Shouta.

He liked kissing him so damn much that it was easy to forget what they'd been doing beforehand. The arm around his shoulders squeezed him before it was moving when he felt the cushion of the couch dipping slightly as knees dug into it. And then a hand was pressing to his waist where it began to slide up and down his side causing him to squirm slightly with a huffing exhale. He wouldn't say his sides were all that sensitive, but his good side was indeed more receptive to touches than he would have ever thought.

Shouta's hand slid up and down along his side where fingers curled in just enough to knead at him gently which sent shivers racing down his back. The hand in his hair scratched at him again with light pulls on his hair that had him shuddering with his arms tightening around Shouta in response. His boyfriend let out a pleased sound when he was held tighter and he happily continued to slide his hand up and down along his back.

Rolling his fingers in to massage his back gently while lips moved against his with their lazy, sluggish slides. Listening to the quiet whispers of their moving lips ringing out to fill the space between them. A quiet whisper that had his heart jumping in his chest as his ruined stomach fluttered wildly with the black-haired man resting comfortably in his arms. How he imagined this very scenario a million times over. Rolling his fingers into his boyfriend's back to get him further relaxed as lips slid against his.

Kissing him with all the tenderness in the world to get him swooning in his spot on the cushions. He happily clung onto his boyfriend as he curled and uncurled black locks around his fingers. Tugging gently at the locks he had wrapped around them had the black-haired man shivering in his arms with lips continuing to move sluggishly. Lazy. Kisses that he found himself utterly adoring as he began to grow confident. Bold. It was easy to move his lips when he knew how his boyfriend's would.

How they were beginning to shape their lips to his as he pressed his lips firmer to those full ones. Admiring the plushness of those lips which got him a press back from the black-haired man. The hand on the back of his head pressing lightly in a push forward much to his delight. He lightly pushed on the back of Shouta's head to encourage for that firmer push of his full lips against his. Shivering at the pleasure that came from the resulting change in pressure but he likes it.

It felt like Shouta was kissing him for real rather than hesitantly. Cautiously. All he wanted was to be kissed properly. And Shouta seemed to understand that; if anything, there seemed to be a joy in pressing his lips firmer to those full ones. Moving his lips against his boyfriend's when he felt him shift in his arms slightly. And then, much to his delight, hips were lowering slightly to press against him. Leaving him and Shouta pressed from chest to hip with not a gap of space between.

He clutched the man closer while ignoring that mild discomfort in his stomach. He just wants him close. He was Shouta so close that he felt sick off of it. He wants to drag that musky vanilla cologne of his down into his lungs until he was drunk off of the scent. He wants to memorize the way he was so warm in his arms. How his arms curved to shift and hold him properly. How soft his black curls were as they curled around his fingers.

How, despite being slightly chapped, Shouta's lips felt utterly delightful against his. It was everything he could have ever imagined it being. Kissing the black-haired man with all the tenderness in the world, he happily rolled his fingers into his boyfriend's back. Targeting the spot between his shoulder blades which had his back arching slightly when he slid his fingers down the center of his back. Down to his lower back where he rolled his fingers into his back.

Noting the tremble to the muscles as he slid his hand along his back with rolling circles into him. It seemed to please the black-haired man in his arms who merely kissed him back. Kissed him with that shared tenderness with lips pressing firmly to his much to his delight as his head spun weakly. It was like he was flying in his own head. Holding Shouta in his arms? Kissing him like this? There was nothing he adored more than this. He could do this for hours.

Shouta's hand slid along his side in a gentle up and down circuit that had him squirming slightly when he found himself letting out a hum of his own with that pleased note. That hand curved backwards slightly to run over his back before curving back forward to his side where it slid down to his waist. Tingles raced under his skin to be touched so boldly where they then pooled into his stomach as his boyfriend's hand continued to move over him gently.

Kneading down with circles of his own gentle enough to keep from being uncomfortable. What would it be like to have Shouta massage his ruined stomach? To simply lay in his arms while he rubbed his stomach gently? It had him letting out a sigh through his nose at the thought as he listened to the light smack of their moving lips ringing out. Breaking up the quiet whispering of their moving lips intermittently.

The hand on his side continued rubbing upwards then curving back to target his back slightly before sliding back down. He felt Shouta pushing lightly upwards to pin himself carefully against his chest as it fluttered with his trembling breaths. Holding onto his boyfriend's hair, he tugged curiously before scratching at his scalp. This got him a shudder from the black-haired man. He slid his hand over his lower back with a gentle back and forth rub.

Then he felt fingers sliding down to tug at the hem of his sweater playfully before sliding back up. Rubbing his hand over Shouta's lower back, he slid it up where he rolled his fingers over his skin to get those muscles to relax further and forget the slight tension. He could feel his own awkward tension rolling off of him with each slide of Shouta's lips against his. With the confidence that bubbled up further allowing him to trail his hand along his boyfriend's back without worry.

And he began to speed up the movement of his lips slightly; something different than the slow speed they were moving at. And he could feel his boyfriend move along with the change. His lips moving faster against his as that hand continued to slide along his side. His waist. Along his back. It was unbelievably comforting when he felt the mortifying twitch of his dick when Shouta's hips nudged at his with a subtle shift in his arms.

It had his ruined stomach fluttering when he felt that all too familiar ache fluttering in his lower stomach before wrapping weakly around his lower half. It had him whining quietly to himself as he moved his lips quickly with the black-haired man's as he scratched at his head when he felt his hair being squeezed. Tugged at. It sent a jolt down his back that he hadn't felt in a long time. Something that had him wheezing out a breath through his nose when he felt that hand making its way out of his hair gently.

Shouta's hand slid down to cup the nape of his neck. Fingers squeezing before rolling into his neck gently to ease the stiffness of it as he rolled his fingers into Shouta's lower back. The light smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of the living room as he inhaled the musky vanilla scent of his boyfriend's cologne. Relishing in the warmth of his body pressed up against him when he moved again with his hips nudging at him lightly.

A bump that had his heart thudding against his chest as it sprinted wildly with his arms tightening around his boyfriend instinctively. Lips sliding against his quickly with that light smack coming to break up the quiet whispering of the slides of their lips. He was more than happy to throw himself into the kisses as he let that spark of eagerness take control. Throwing himself into moving his lips against Shouta's when he caught a quiet sound leaving the black-haired man.

That hand continued to move along his side. Kneading at him in time with the fingers rolling into the nape of his neck when the hand on his side moved away. He wanted to question what he was doing but it had his face burning anew when Shouta grabbed his hand that rested on his lower back. And then Shouta's hand was gently coaxing his hand beneath the hem of his sweater to touch the warmth of his skin.

It had him jumping yet Shouta's hand coaxed his own further up beneath his sweater. Giving him no chance to pull his hand away. But if that's what Shouta wanted, if he wanted to be touched like that, then dammit he'd do it. Even if it felt new. Even if he felt clumsy again. He slid his hand beneath the thin fabric of his sweater as he touched the warmth of his dry skin. Brushing his fingertips over the center of his back before he fanned his hand out. He was so warm.

He began to roll circles into his back the same way he had been above his sweater when he moved the hand in his hair. Scratching at his head gently which had fingers tightening on the nape of his neck. And then Shouta's hand was pressing to his waist where it then began to slide upwards with gently stretches backwards to caress his back. Picking up without missing a beat. Yet here he was, awed to be touching his boyfriend's skin.

Something he'd fantasized about late at night when he let his thoughts get carried away. When he let himself get carried away. Sliding his hand up and down his boyfriend's back, he got another of those quiet hums that told him he was doing the right thing. That he was doing something right. It had his dick twitching again, much to his embarrassment, when he felt Shouta's hips nudge at him again. He squirmed slightly as if to hide the reaction of his body when he threw himself into the kisses.

Letting that eagerness spark into the kiss, which was beginning to bubble with a quiet, unnamable emotion that had his heart leaping in his chest. What was it? He had not a clue. None. But he was being touched so tenderly while he did the same to Shouta and the black-haired man seemed content. Lips sliding against his with that new speed of theirs as he listened to the light smack of their moving lips. There was something so amazing about this moment.

Something that was breathing life into all of those lonely fantasies he'd had when he was on his own. Fantasies that made his face burn hotly as he kissed the black-haired man, but he refused to let them simmer to the surface. Not yet. He didn't want to think of the nights when he'd been twisting and turning. Rutting, whining, squirming. He shuddered when Shouta began to rub at his ribs gently with trembling breaths fanning over his. Hell, his own breaths were trembling through his nose.

He was excited. Unfairly excited to not only be kissing the black-haired man but to touch him like this? It was amazing. It was by far the best way that he could spend his weekend. He let out a soft hum at the rubbing on his ribs that felt so damn good. That hand then slid up to begin rubbing at his back while fingers rolled into the nape of his neck comfortingly. It had him shuddering with his toes curling as his thighs twitched slightly as if to spread themselves wider.

To make more room for his boyfriend between them. Drifting his fingers over Shouta's back, he began to trace light shapes over his skin. Idle touches that had goosebumps breaking out beneath his fingers when he felt hips nudge against him again to which he moved his hips in response. Nudging back. Excitement twisted in his chest; hand-in-hand with the desire he could feel flickering beneath his skin.

Desire that was beginning to bubble into the kisses being traded back and forth with the quick movements of their lips. It was quickly becoming familiar to himself as he twisted forward slightly away from the arm of the couch to lean forward with Shouta moving with him. The arm around his shoulders tightening with fingers squeezing the nape of his neck gently. The hand on his side continued moving up and down with gentle curves to brush over his back getting it to arch.

He returned that slow bubbling desire in the kiss with his own as he slid his hand along his boyfriend's back. Listening to the quiet, muffled whisper of his hand sliding over Shouta's skin as he twisted himself forward against the black-haired man. Kissing him with a renewed sense of eagerness which was returned to him with those full lips moving against his. Pressing harder together with his hand scratching at the black-haired man's scalp which earned him a shudder.

He felt hips nudging then pressing tightly to his own which he happily returned. Touching Shouta, kissing him, loving him like this? It was absolutely amazing. It was a true dream come true and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. He slid his hand along Shouta's back with his fingers rolling those idle shapes into his skin which had the black-haired man shivering. Arching into his arms as lips slid against his with a quiet urgency that he felt bubbling in his own chest.

There was a desire to touch this man while he had the chance. To hold him tightly to his chest and touch the warmth of his skin. To kiss those full lips that pressed down hard against his own leaving him to breath shakily through his nose. Lips sliding against his with all the desire in the world which left him shocked. Awed. The fact that there could a chance he was kissed with this desire? That it was being aimed his way? It was absolutely aweing. It was by far the most amazing thing in the world.

He pulled his hand from Shouta's hair; mindful of the curls wrapped around his fingers as he tried to get his hand free from his hair. Once he did so, he then dropped his hand down to his lower back. Hesitating briefly before slipping that hand under the hem of his boyfriend's shirt to touch the warmth of his skin. This earned him another of those pleased hums from the black-haired man in his arms when he felt himself swaying slightly.

And he pressed forward against Shouta eagerly when he felt fingers touching the hem of his sweater. Toying with it idly when he let out a muffled hum of approval and God, it had shivers racing down his back when the roughness of Shouta's hand fanned over his skin. Sliding along his side, over his ribs, then curving backwards to his back with a sweeping caress that had him shuddering. Never in all of his life did he think kissing his boyfriend would lead to this but he was spiraling.

He was swimming in his own head as that hand continued to sweep from his waist upwards over his ribs to his back slightly. The rough callouses of his boyfriend's palm and fingers was a delightful sensation on his skin. It had him whining quietly with delight just to have this man touch him. Sliding his hands up and down Shouta's back comfortingly, he happily fell into the act of kissing him. Moving his lips eagerly against Shouta's when he felt hips nudging at him again.

Then he leaned backwards again against the arm of the couch. Leaning halfway against the back with his boyfriend moving with him as he continued to rub his hands up and down his back. Loving the way Shouta arched and squirmed against him as he slid his hands along his back. Using his nails to lightly scratch at the black-haired man's back had him shuddering in his arms with goosebumps rising beneath his fingertips. It was like a rush knowing that his boyfriend liked it when he touched him.

He hadn't said it out loud but God if he didn't find himself wishing he could hear that husky voice telling him what to do. What he liked. What he wanted. But that meant he'd need to stop kissing him and he wasn't ready to stop. Not yet. Not when he was having the time of his life kissing his boyfriend with the tender passion. It was being shown to him by the black-haired man that he returned readily. His breaths trembled with each inhale as he slid his hands along his back which arched.

Their chests pressing tightly together. Hips nudging at him slightly as he leaned back with his hips moving slightly. His thighs trembling from the widespread, but he happily kept it. Keeping himself spread open wide for the black-haired man above him. He dragged his nails lightly over his lower back earning himself a low sound from his boyfriend as those full lips crushed themselves to his hard. Passionate kisses being traded back and forth with that sharp smack ringing out to fill the quiet of the living room.

That rough palm moved over his skin. Fingers rubbing gently over his ribs before curving towards his back causing him to squirm slightly beneath the black-haired man. Whining softly at his boyfriend who lightly dragged his nails over his ribs and down his side gently to his waist. Scratching gently at him to get his skin tingling only for those tingles to pool into his stomach. Leaving it feeling absolutely heavy as he dragged his nails down his boyfriend's back coaxing it to arch.

Hips nudged at him again much to his delight and he happily arched his hips up against Shouta when he then, cautiously, ground himself against the black-haired man. Grinding up against him when his dick dared to twitch in a volley with a whimper escaping himself into the kisses when his boyfriend pulled back. Breaking off their kisses as trembling gasps were taken when they parted. He opened his eyes only to have Shouta's lips pressing to the corner of his mouth before crawling down.

Fluttering over his chin then moving to his jaw where teeth nipped at him sharply before nibbling gently at him. And it had him shuddering as he tipped his head back when he felt Shouta's hips pressing forward against him where they then began to grind. Idle circles that were all too easy to follow along with as those lips pressed to the wildly fluttering pulse spot beneath his jaw.

Softly pressing down his throat as hips moved together. It felt clumsy, awkward, but he was getting hot. Heat flashed over his skin only to sink down beneath it to run along his bones. It wasn't hard to get him aroused but it did take a little extra effort. He knew that it was simply because he was so excited that made the arousal come all the faster. His dick twitched in a volley as his racing breaths caught in his throat as his head pressed back into the couch with full lips fluttering over his throat.

Teeth nipping sharply at his Adam's Apple coaxing him to swallow which got him a soft kiss before his lips were moving downwards. He slid his hands down Shouta's flexing back before pulling his hands from beneath his sweater to curl his arms around the black-haired man. Holding onto him as lips pressed into his collar bones and throat softly. Nipping, scraping, nibbling. It had him shuddering with his hips moving eagerly to grind with the black-haired man with his dick twitching yet again.

And then he felt a mortifying drop of wetness drip into his boxers. He wasn't even hard yet but he was dripping into his boxers. The tight pressure of Shouta's hips moving against him had his toes curling tightly with a moan bubbling out of him quietly but God if the sound didn't have him mortified. However, that small sound seemed to inspire his boyfriend onwards to nibble on the side of his neck gently. Teeth scraping over his skin leaving tingles behind in their wake while hips ground against him fervently.

Oh, everything about this had his blood singing through his veins as he ground with his boyfriend with that spark of eagerness. It had him arching with his head pressing back as another quiet moan spilled out of him in response to that nibbling. The hand on the nape of his neck moved away then allowing his head to rest comfortingly as that hand reached down to caress his waist cautiously. Mindful of his scarred side.

However, it felt nice having that cool hand on his skin as he arched into his boyfriend's hands. His arms tightening around him as hands slipped beneath his shirt with fingers skittering lightly over his bad side. Gingerly touching his skin while being mindful of his scarring and he felt nothing but appreciation that his boyfriend would take such care when touching him. When giving him such pleasure like this. The excitement, the arousal, the desire all festered under his skin leaving him breathless in their wake.

Teeth bit down softly on the juncture of his neck where his shoulder gave way to it. His breaths rasped in and out, raking his throat on their way out, as his heart sprinted against his chest wildly. He knew this wasn't good for him in the long run , but he just needed this. Needs this so bad that he would do anything to keep experiencing this pleasure. He rolled his hips to grind against his boyfriend who was grinding fervently against him when he arched up.

Shuddering at the hands that slid up and down his sides gently when he felt nails dragging lightly over his skin. Just enough to tease. Just enough to get him tingling as heat flashed under his skin; running along his bones. It had his dick twitching in a volley with that wet dripping of pre-come soaking into his boxers. He bit at his lip to muffle a whine as he offered his throat up eagerly to the black-haired man as he tightened his arms around him to hold him close, close, close.

Needing him close. And he loved the pleased groan it got him from the black-haired man when he did so. As if he adored being held tightly. And God knows he'd do anything if it meant making his boyfriend feel good. He wants Shouta to be just as lost in this pleasure as he was. He arched with his hips grinding tightly against the black-haired man in circles that he'd memorized. Circles he'd ground into his spare pillows at night when he just needed a bit of his relief.

When he felt that he could keep himself evenly paced. Without twinging his bad side. Now it was no different; he knew he needed to be careful, to avoid any over exaggerated movements and he'd be okay. He knew he would be. Grinding himself against the black-haired man eagerly with his hands sliding down his back when he felt hands pushing his sweater upwards to expose his skin. Whimpering at his boyfriend who pulled back slightly to push his sweater up further.

He slackened his arms around him to give him more room. Those mismatched eyes were watching his face when he nodded at the black-haired man then raised his arms up. His sweater came up over his chest as he welcomed the cool air of the room on it. His sweater was then dropped off to the side of them with that dark eye moving over him. Looking at him with a look of such desire it had his heart jumping in his throat when the black-haired man hesitated.

As if he were shy before grabbing the hem of his own sweater. Flipping it up over his stomach and chest, he found himself gawking at the black-haired man. His dick twitching excitedly in a volley as he looked over the broad expanse of Shouta's chest with a sense of awe. At the black curls of hair that covered his chest with nipples standing erect. Was it from the cold? Or from excitement? He let his gaze wander down from his chest to his stomach which was softly toned.

His narrowed in on the thin line of hair running beneath his navel down the lower half of his stomach before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. It had his heart jumping in his throat at the mere thought of that happy trail thickening as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. Thickening into a patch of black curls that would cover his pelvis. What would his dick look like? How big was Shouta? Was he big? Or was he thick? Slender? A shower? Or was he a grower?

He felt his mouth watering with the words all clogging his throat mortifyingly when the black-haired man's sweater was on the table with his own. And God if he wasn't beautiful. If he wasn't the most stunning man, he'd ever had the pleasure of looking at even with the soft scars mottling his skin. His hands reached up instinctively with hands curling in that silent pleading manner for the black-haired man to come back.

And Shouta leaned forward with hands tracing his waist before skimming up his sides to get him shuddering. His stomach fluttering when his boyfriend took his place between his thighs again as his dick twitched excitedly. Pressing together, hips began to grind together again as if they'd never missed a beat. As if they never pulled apart. He curled his arms around Shouta again with his hands skimming down his back earning himself a huffing exhale from the black-haired man as his mouth returned to his throat.

Letting his head fall back, he welcomed the touch of those lips on his throat when he felt his mouth opening with a huff against his skin. And then his teeth were gently biting down with gentle sucks on his skin being just enough to get him arching with his hips grinding tightly against his boyfriend. Holding him close with his heart jumping against his chest as his stomach fluttered wildly with each gentle suck of Shouta's mouth. The light digs of his teeth into his skin.

It had him shuddering with his hands skimming up and down Shouta's back with his nails lightly dragging intermittently. It had the black-haired man shuddering in his arms with his mouth sucking gently at his throat. God, it was the absolute best. There was a thrill to having Shouta's mouth on his neck while he skimmed his hands over his back. Relishing in the warmth of his body. Dragging his teeth over his lip as their hips ground together fervently with that pleasure pooling into his stomach.

It had his dick twitching in another volley with those drops of pre-come soaking into his boxers mortifyingly as his hips arched up without a drop of shame. His boyfriend continued to suckle gently on his throat when he uncurled an arm from around the black-haired man to reach down. He let himself move with boldness as he reached down tracing his fingers over the edge of Shouta's hip. His fingers trembled at the thought, but he moved before he could think twice about it.

Wedging his hand between his thighs where he cupped his boyfriend, he felt his face burn at the growing bulge he found there. It had his heart leaping to his throat as he squeezed at the black-haired man who let out a moan into his throat. A low, husky moan that had him whimpering at the black-haired man as he squeezed at that bulge delightedly. And he began to move his hand without thinking twice about it.

He began to rub at his boyfriend who thrusted against his hand with another of those low moans as he lifted his mouth from his spot with teeth nipping at his jaw teasingly. He didn't know what was possessing him, but he wanted to touch Shouta. He wants to touch him the way he would if he'd had a million lovers. He wants to rub and touch. Claw and kiss. He wants to memorize the sight of a shirtless Shouta in his mind for him to replay later tonight when he was on his own.

He wants to dedicate every inch of this man to his memory. He wants to memorize the broad set of his shoulders and the way his curls covered his chest. How his nipples stood erect begging his mouth and fingers to toy with them. How he'd been mesmerized by the sharp dip of his hips. The sight of that delicate black dusting of hair that made up his happy trail that he had no doubts got thicker the lower it got. He wants to bite and nibble on this man's throat.

He wants to work in those soft red marks that he often saw littering Hizashi's throat. Moving his hand to rub at his boyfriend's growing erection, he got another nip of teeth against his jawline. It was hot, hot, hot. He was so hot. And while he wasn't hard yet, he had not a doubt that soon enough he was going to be. And when he was? Well then that would be either for himself to take care of or would Shouta help him with it?

It had his heart jumping at the thought as he rubbed quickly at the growing bulge beneath his hand with that spark of eagerness as the black-haired man moaned. Teeth bit down on his jaw sending a spark of pain radiating over it, but he ignored it in favor of moving his hand. Squeezing just tight enough to get his boyfriend moaning encouragingly at him when he felt a hand coming down on his thigh. Giving him a hard squeeze that had him shuddering at the strength displayed by the black-haired man.

Moaning lowly in his own throat at him, he happily rubbed at Shouta; eager to give him the same pleasure that he had simmering under his skin. The same pleasure that pooled into his stomach that intensified each time his partner moaned. He found himself whining quietly as he squirmed beneath Shouta when the hand on his thigh moved while a hand pressed into the cushion of the couch. Balancing himself no doubt when hips bucked against his hand with a thrust that had him squirming.

Shouta's hand then cupped his crotch which had him flinching; he knew he wasn't hard yet and he felt embarrassment over it, but it always took him a while. Would Shouta fault him for that? Would he hold it against him that he wasn't hard yet? He hoped not. God, he hoped not. He rubbed at the black-haired man with hips jiggling to keep up with his rubbing as he curled his fingers down to give him the pressure he needed. Friction.

And then Shouta's hand was moving against his crotch much to his surprise. His breath wheezed out of him when he lifted his head up to find that dark eye burning at him with full lips parted ever so slightly. Lashes lowered halfway in that bedroom expression that lit fire to his blood when Shouta's lashes then fluttered shut. And he let his own eyes shut as full lips crushed themselves to his again. Sliding against him with such passion it had him utterly breathless yet eager to return it to his boyfriend.

Moaning out when fingers pressed down firmly against his aching crotch as Shouta began to rub at him. Mimicking the speed that he was using on his boyfriend. It had his toes curling tightly with his hips bucking instinctively with his hand curling to squeeze at his boyfriend. Shuddering when the man moaned at him encouragingly with hips thrusting against his hand. Fuck, there was so much pleasure that it had him simmering in his skin. Hotter than he'd ever been.

It had him panting shallowly through his nose with identical pants fanning over his cheek as he rubbed at his boyfriend eagerly. Feeling that erection filling out beneath his palm had him whimpering as he pressed down firmly against it as he dragged his hand over him. Curling his fingers in to give him that pressure, the black-haired man moaned at him lowly in that husky pitch to get his hair raising on his arms. Goosebumps breaking out over his skin.

God, it was the hottest fucking thing in the world. Hearing his boyfriend reach that pitch? It had him squirming with his spread thighs trembling slightly when the hand rubbing him paused to give a firm squeeze that had his hips bucking up. It had him wheezing out through his nose as he continued his wild rubbing at the black-haired man who was moaning at him lowly. Doing so in a pitch that had his heart jumping in his chest frantically.

His ruined stomach fluttering with that pooling of pleasure when his hand began to move again. Fuck, it was like something out of his very own wet dreams. Like something out of his dirtier fantasies when it came to this man. All he'd ever wanted was for Shouta to touch him. All he'd ever wanted was to touch Shouta. And now here he was, shirtless and skin to skin with his boyfriend. His boyfriend. He never thought he'd get such pleasure the way he did by thinking of Shouta as his boyfriend.

It was the same pleasure he felt when thinking of Hizashi as his boyfriend. These two stunning, gorgeous men were his. His boyfriends. It had him squirming with a whimper in his throat as he twisted beneath the black-haired man with hips jutting up into that rubbing hand as his dick twitched in a volley. His boxers felt so wet as they clung to the head of his dick with drops of pre-come dripping out of him. Was Shouta also wet? Were his boxers soaked? Or was he holding off for his sake?

The quiet drag of his hand over Shouta's pants was deafening in the quiet of the living room. The sound of Shouta's hand rubbing at him was a deafening sound. The sharp smack of their moving lips with hungry kisses filled them to the brim with desire. The racing, shallow pants taken through noses. The whines, whimpers, moans and groans spilling out of the both of them in unison. The living room was filled with such lewd sounds that it had his stomach fluttering with pleasure pooling their consistently.

He rubbed at Shouta giddily with the hardness beneath his hand doing wonderful things to his ruined stomach. He wants nothing more than to see it. Than to have his boyfriend strip down so he could compare the reality to the fantasies he had of the black-haired man. His boyfriend was glorious; a thick, muscular build with broad shoulders and chest but a slender waist. He was what every man would be envious over. And he got it all to himself.

It was all his to look at if asked to see it. And he knew that if he requested it, Shouta was strip down before he could get the request fully out. He loves this man. Has loved him for years and there's nothing he wants more than to relish in these moments together. He wants the chance to touch him again and again. He wants nothing more than to touch Shouta until he gets his fill. But would he ever? Get his fill? Or would he always remain hungry for the chance to touch this man?

Long when he's old, would this desire remain the same? He shuddered at the thought as he clawed at Shouta's back. A hard, dragging dig of his nails which tore a keening moan out of the black-haired man who bucked against his left hand as he rubbed at him. Dragging the nails of his right hand down his back had that moan drawing out. Growing louder by the time he reached his lower back. He curved his hand forward with his nails dragging over his skin as he clawed at his waist.

Dragging them down along his hip, he lifted his hand from his rubbing as lips slid against his in a frantic frenzy. Kissing him harder than he had before and fuck, he loves being kissed like this. He likes having those full lips crushing themselves to his in passionate, hungry kisses that had him shuddering as he finally felt that rush. A rush that had the blood streaming through his veins so fast he swore it ached. Streaking down, down, down finally as his hips arched up with a sharp exhale leaving himself through his nose.

The relief that he was finally, finally, finally getting hard as his dick twitched in a volley. He brought his hands together to tug the button of Shouta's pants apart blindly; ripping at it until it was coming apart under his fingers. He then grabbed the zipper of his crotch to work it down with a quiet zipping sound. He then curled his shaking fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. Waiting. He got a low, encouraging hum from Shouta to which he took a slow deep breath in.

Then he pulled away from their frantic kisses to let that shaking breath out. Their foreheads pressed together as he tugged down on his boyfriend's pants. And he was taken aback by the watering effect to his mouth when he watched his boyfriend's erection spring out. It had his own hardening erection giving a throb that had his thighs shaking with the urge to snap shut. Hide the reaction. Oh, it was everything he could have expected and more. Shouta is absolutely beautiful.

His happy trail did indeed melt into a wild patch of black curls that covered his pelvis; wiry, chaotic curls that had his fingers trembling. Standing up right, resting against his lower stomach, was his boyfriend's erection. It wasn't huge; not like his own but it was a perfect size with a thickness that had him swallowing. It was so thick. Would it stretch him out painfully if he were to take it? Would he clog his throat up if he were to go down on him?

It had his hands shaking as they rested against his boyfriend's thighs as he stared down shamelessly at that thick erection. At the bead of pre-come welling along the slit where a shimmering ball of a piercing winked up at him. Shouta had a genital piercing? What was it called? He had not a clue, but the metal winked up at him when he reached up cautiously to wrap his fingers around the base. Noting a vein popping out along the underside of his boyfriend's erection.

How excited was he? Would he do this right? After all, he'd done it to himself plenty of times in the past so surely jerking off another man can't be so complicated, can it? He swallowed as he squeezed the base tearing a low, throaty moan from his boyfriend who then leaned in to peck his lips to his. One, two, three, four, five short kisses being given before that sixth one was deepened much to his delight.

Squeezing at the base again, he then began to slide his hand upwards towards the head where he swiped his fingers over the head. Smearing away the droplet of pre-come welling on the slit. He slid his hand back down to the base, taking his time memorizing the blonde's length, and he squeezed at the base once he reached it. Taking a trembling breath through his nose, his heart racing, he began to stroke his boyfriend slowly while lips slid against his with such hunger it had his skin ripping with heat.

Had his heart hammering against his chest as he stroked his boyfriend who moaned at him enthusiastically as their lips slid together fervently with the hand on his crotch squeezing. Rubbing at him as he was coaxed to an erection with his boyfriend's hand rubbing at him with a speed to get his toes curling. His back arching. A moan bursting out of him embarrassingly, but it merely had his boyfriend groaning at him in response as he stroked the black-haired man.

Fuck, he was so thick in his hand. So damn thick it had him shuddering with his lips moving against Shouta's with such desire he hoped that he conveyed the emotion properly. Kissing his boyfriend with the hunger he felt clawing beneath his feverish skin as he stroked the black-haired man delightedly. Squeezing at him while the hand on his crotch palmed at him shamelessly. Not quite rubbing fast but palming at him with a speed that had him moaning with his hips bucking forward eagerly.

He wants Shouta to touch him. He wants to be touched so badly. He kissed the black-haired man with all the desire, passion and lust that he had in him. The sharp smack of their moving lips filled the quiet of the living room. Trembling pants taken through noses that fanned onto his hot cheek. Stroking his boyfriend, he used the tips of his fingers to trace the vein he felt bulging beneath the surface of his skin.

Squeezing at the black-haired man again while taking his time with his strokes had the man moaning at him encouragingly. Enthusiastically. It had him shuddering with his hips arching up when Shouta gave a good, hard squeeze as his erection finally filled out. Straining effortlessly against his pants, the black-haired man palmed at him while lips slid against his passionately. Hungrily. As if the black-haired man wanted to devour him.

There was such desire that it had him breathless as he arched his hips up with that hand rubbed over him slowly. As if Shouta were taking his time. Rubbing him slowly with his palm pressing fiercely to him when he squeezed the twitching shaft in his hand. Moaning at the black-haired man when he pulled away from their kisses again with a sharp smack. Gasping when he pressed his lips frantically to the edge of Shouta's jaw where his stubble scratched at his lips.

He found he loves the scratch of Shouta's stubble on his skin. His throat. He loved how the black-haired man tilted his head to the side with a whine as he trailed his lips down the side of his neck softly. He nipped at his skin as he curved his fingers over the dripping head of his erection before sliding his hand down to the base. Squeezing to keep up that pressure for the black-haired man who moaned so prettily at him. His deep voice reaching a higher octave than he'd thought it could.

God if it didn't send shivers down his back as he stroked the twitching shaft in his hand. Eager to feel out the way it curved, Mesmerized at how it felt so heavy in his hand. How it managed to curve up against his stomach like that was a damn mystery to him as he began to slightly twist his hand idly on upwards strokes. It got him another of those thrilling moans from his boyfriend. Did he like that? Like the curve? His breaths raced as he moved to kiss his throat softly which Shouta seemed to delight.

He nipped gently at the skin earning himself another whine from his boyfriend that sent tingles pooling to his stomach. He was doing that. He was making Shouta moan, whine and groan with hips bucking gently to thrust into his hand in time with his strokes. His hand rubbing over him with a firm downwards press that had his erection twitching as he arched his hips up with a whine spilling out of him. He wants this man so badly. So, so bad.

But did he have the energy for full blown sex with his boyfriend? Did he want to go that far with Shouta? He felt okay with this. He felt so content with merely touching Shouta, familiarizing himself with his body, that he could wait for sex. He could wait to sleep with this man who was moaning so prettily at him. What would it be like to have this thick erection inside of him? What would it feel like to have his boyfriend, the one he so adored, inside of him with hips pressed against him?

To have Shouta over him like that? It had him moaning with his hips thrusting up carefully against Shouta's hand that rubbed at him so damn good it had him squirming. Twisting. Unable to stay still as he squirmed as his chest heaved; his lung felt like it was slowly burning from all his panting, but he ignored it. Ignored it because hands were tracing along his waist with fingers flicking curiously at the waistband of his pants. Asking silently for that permission that had been given to him.

He couldn't stop himself from whining at the embarrassment. What if it wasn't what Shouta liked? What if he looked odd? What if it was a disappointment? Had expectations been laid for there to be disappointment? What if he didn't live up to whatever fantasies Shouta had? How would he measure up to those? He kissed his throat before taking a trembling breath as he then nodded with his face hiding itself in his throat when he got a kiss to the top of his head. Soft. Adoring.

And then fingers were sinking into the waistband of his pants and boxers as he arched his hips up and allowed his clothing to be pulled down. His erection sprung out comedically to rest up against his ruined stomach when he pulled away with his face burning hotly. He peeked at the black-haired man when he noted the way his mouth dropped open with a wheezing exhale leaving the black-haired man. Fingers trailed lightly along the underside of his erection to which he shivered when he dragged his teeth over his lower lip.

He wasn't small; not by a long shot. The last time he measured he had been sitting at eight inches. It wasn't the largest but the way Shouta stared at him one would think he was nine or ten inches. That he was a larger size than eight measly inches. He honestly felt a bit lackluster when Shouta's erection was so interesting. When he had a genital piercing, something he himself lacked. He'd been afraid to pierce himself down there; fear that he'd hate it, and he'd never go back to normal again.

However, he could appreciate his boyfriend's piercing, nonetheless. Fingers wrapped around his erection sending a shiver down his back when he slid his hand up in a twisting curve along Shouta's erection which twitched in his grasp. Throbbing under his palm and fingers when the black-haired man leaned in with lips pressing softly to his shoulder. Crawling upwards along the side of his neck with a gentle bite that had his breath rushing out of him on a shuddering exhale.

He leaned in to press kisses to Shouta's shoulder as well. Tracing the shape of that broad shoulder with his lips eagerly when he nipped at the side of his neck earning himself a pleased hum from the man. He began to speed up his strokes; moving his hand faster with his hand curving near the head where he rubbed his fingers over the head of his erection. Smearing the pre-come with the pads of his fingers when he rolled his thumb over the head curiously.

The tip nudging at the ball of Shouta's piercing. Toying with it curiously which had the black-haired man groaning at him as he swirled his thumb around the ball of his piercing with careful nudges at it. Curious. He wanted to spend hours playing with this piercing if it meant he could get his boyfriend to groan like that. Like all of his bones were shattering at once. He'd never heard Shouta sound so-so shameless. So lewd.

And it was a rush like nothing else as he toyed with that piercing a moment longer before returning to his twisting strokes. He panted shallowly with that burning in his chest warning him if he didn't pace himself better, he'd be hurting. He'd be short of breath. And yet he didn't want to stop; he didn't want to pace himself. He wants to feel good with his boyfriend. Just once, he wants to lose himself in the pleasure he'd fantasized about. A moment he'd dreamed about countless times.

Because he was touching Shouta while the man touched him. His rough hand was wrapped around his erection, stroking him in time with his own moving hand and it felt so good. So unbelievably, amazingly good. He shuddered with his lips pressing frantically to his boyfriend's shoulder when there was a shift. And as he stroked his boyfriend quickly, twisting his hand near the upper half of his erection, when the hand wrapped around him moved away. What was he doing?

Then fingers tapped the back of his hand and hips angled forward. And then- Oh, it had him moaning when his boyfriend's erection slipped against his. Rubbing against him when the hand touching his wrapped his hand around both of their erections. Squishing them together tightly when fingers weaved between his. And together, moving in unison, they began to stroke again with hands twisting near the heads of dripping erections. And oh, if that didn't feel so fucking good.

It had him moaning in unison with his boyfriend; a trembling sound as lips trailed along his jaw with hips thrusting gently into their hands as he moved with Shouta. Moving to thrust with that same gentleness into their stroking hands despite the speed they used and God, it felt amazing. Oh, oh, he can imagine no better pleasure than this. It had him huffing as he let his head fall back as Shouta's lips trailed own his throat once again with a nip to his Adam's Apple.

He shuddered with his hips thrusting up to rub, to grind and slip against Shouta's erection that throbbed against his. Hands moving quickly with long, sleek strokes that twisted near dripping heads allowing for fingers to rub over the heads to smear away the pre-come. Fingers tracing along his slit had him bucking instinctively with a moan tearing out of him as fingers ground into him before hands slipped downwards.

Stroking faster, faster, faster together with twists that had his back arching with his pants racing as his chest fluttered. Ohhhh , this was so much better. The tight grasp of their hands kept their erections squished tightly together while moving quickly. Stroking faster than the gentle thrusts of their hips but he didn't mind it one damn bit. It was made all the better when he felt Shouta moving to grind their erections together much to his delight.

Huffing out as he bucked then ground himself against the black-haired man with his fingers tightening around their erections. Throbbing, sliding, slipping. Grinding, stroking, rubbing. Had he ever done this when he was younger? He couldn't remember. God knows he'd remember if he did. The fast pants of his boyfriend's fanned over his throat when he felt teeth biting down gently on his collar bone with just enough pressure to get him whimpering. Whining.

As much as he would like it, he couldn't afford hickeys over his throat. Couldn't afford for them to be in places where others could potentially see. But God if it wasn't tempting. If it didn't have him absolutely shuddering at the thought of Shouta marking up his throat the same way he marked up Hizashi's. Oh, would Hizashi let him do the same? Would Hizashi let him cover that pretty throat of his in hickeys? Would he be allowed to hold and love him like he did with Shouta?

It had him squirming with a whimper when he winced at the burn in his lung. But it was fine, right? He'd get off just fine and then he'd take a breathing treatment when he returned home. He shuddered when Shouta's lips were pressing to his jaw again before crawling backwards towards his ear. Panting into it with hands moving fast, fast, fast with twisting strokes that had his eyes threatening to roll back on him from the pleasure as he squeezed tighter. Grinding his erection to Shouta's.

It was so, so good! He didn't think it'd feel so fucking good the way it did. He figured jerking Shouta off would be the epitome of pleasure and now here he was, his erection tightly squeezed to Shouta's. Throbbing, dripping pre-come, and rutting shamelessly into their hands carefully as he can. God, he wants nothing more than to feel good with Shouta. To continue to chase after this pleasure. He shuddered as their hands continued to move together; up and down, up and down, up and down.

Squeezing. Fingers rubbing over dripping heads of erections when Shouta's teeth sank into his earlobe gently. Sucked into his mouth where his tongue swirled around it much to his delight as the black-haired man suckled gently on it before popping off. The tip of his tongue then tracing the shell of his ear where teeth nipped at the tip of it. Fuck, now that was hot. It had him shuddering with his fingers coming up to nudge at the ball of the man's piercing.

Swirling then flicking his nails at it earning himself a keening moan from his boyfriend who rutted against him with slides that were made slick from the dripping pre-come. He squirmed when he let out a shuddering exhale when teeth bit on the shell of his ear with gentle nibbles. And it had him absolutely over the moon as his boyfriend squeezed their erections together. Kneading desperately. Urgently. Fingers laced with his, it was easy to feel the squeeze for what it was as he moaned desperately at the black-haired man.

"Do-Do you feel how much I wa-want you, Nori?" Oh, it sent shivers down his back at the husky whisper of Shouta's voice so close to his ear. It had him whimpering as his hips bucked up for another thrust into their hands that moved with blinding speed. So good, so good, so good! "Do you fe-feel how hard you make me? I-I want you so fu-ffffucking bad, you know that? Ah! Mmm! God, you're so perfect, Nori! So perfect! My beautiful boy, huh? How ca-can you ever doubt how much I-I want you?"

Whimpering at his boyfriend's low, husky voice so close to his ear, he found himself floundering. He didn't do dirty talk all that often and God if it didn't have his face burning anew to have that dirty language directed at him. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest as their hands moved fast, fast, fast together when he squirmed as Shouta panted in his ear. Did he tell him? Did he explain now? " Sh -Shouta, I don't-! Mmmm! I do- don't know how to-!"

"It's al-alright, sweetheart! You do-don't gotta worry about re-responding! But Za-Zashi? Oh, he's a bi-big whore for dirty talk! You shou-should hear the things he says sometimes! Mmm! Ah! Ohhh, fuck, you feel so good, Nori! So good! Nnnn! So per-perfect! All mine, ri-right? God, I ca-can't wait to make love to you! Hnn! I'll ma-make it special! I ca-can't wait for it! Ah! Ohhh, fuck, Nori! Squ-squeeze tighter! Like that! Ju-Just like that, sweetheart!"

Oh, it was doing special things to his stomach hearing Shouta call him 'sweetheart'. It had him squirming with hips rutting up desperately with a whimper in the back of his throat as he moved his hand with Shouta's. The black-haired man didn't seem the type to hand out nicknames like that but God if it didn't have his heart jumping to have a name used on him. To have a sweet term of endearment aimed his way by his boyfriend during a moment like this.

It had his skin ripping with a renewed wave of heat that had him gasping as his hips tried to rut much like Shouta's, but he couldn't. Not without twinging his side. And if he did that? Well then all of this would be over in an instant. It had him whimpering at the thought of this stopping. At the thought of losing this pleasure. He squeezed their erections together tightly to keep up that pressure that had him moaning at his boyfriend who moaned back.

Their voices mixing together to fill the quiet of the living room as their hands moved together quickly with that slick twist near their heads. He ground himself fiercely to the black-haired man's erection, rubbing himself to his, and he shuddered when Shouta rubbed back against him. Conjoined hands moving fast, fast, fast with the black-haired man moaning into his ear the way he was did little to help his libido. God, he could feel that fluttering in his stomach and it was driving him insane.

He didn't think he'd be so damn hot over something like this but here he was. On the edge already as their hands moved quickly with those twisting curves that had him absolutely flaming with heat. The pleasure pooling into his stomach was a consistent stream that had him whimpering to the black-haired man pleadingly. It had been so long since he could masturbate as he didn't do it very often to keep from overwhelming himself.

It was the one thing he could do without the aid of medication but God if it didn't have him gasping with his head swimming. He felt like he was going to faint. That he was going to heave in and hurt his lung, hurt his side, and it was a fear that kept him from thrusting too actively. However, it didn't stop the pleasure of feeling Shouta thrusting into their hands. It didn't stop him from shuddering as he twisted with his free arm wrapping around his boyfriend to hold him tight, tight, tight.

Wanting him impossibly close. Wanting him to be as close as possible. The scent of him, the faint sweat welling on his forehead, and the warmth of Shouta was more than enough to get him off. The soft brush of his dry skin against his own as he clung onto the black-haired man desperately with his nails raking down his back. An action that earned him a snapping moan form the black-haired man. Damn near a growl. It had him shuddering when he the phone on the coffee table began to ring.

The ringtone filled the quiet of the living room. It had him groaning but his black-haired boyfriend didn't move an inch towards the phone. If anything, he seemed to thrust into their hands faster with rubbing grinds that had him moaning at the man with his back arching. Hips thrusting once, twice, carefully into their conjoined hands as his stomach fluttered wildly. The heat under his skin burning his blood he swore. Holding onto his boyfriend as that fluttering tightened into a hot spot in his lower stomach.

A hot spark that he wanted to chase as he found himself whimpering louder. Consistently. Damn near mewling at his boyfriend who merely tightened his grasp on their erections as they stroked fast, fast, fast. So fast it was nearly blinding as his shoulder bounced with the movement and hit off the back of the couch lightly. Rhythmically. Pre-come dribbling in between their erections kept things slick without the need of lube and God if that wasn't a turn on of its own.

He was twisting, gasping, writhing with his hips jerking up eagerly to give another thrust. To grind himself to Shouta's erection as he made his way towards an orgasm he could feel on the horizon. He clung to his boyfriend desperately with heaving pants as he clung to the black-haired man eagerly. He couldn't do this much longer. He needed to come. He wants to come. He shuddered with his toes curling as his foot pushed off the couch and the other on the floor.

His heart hammering against his chest with such speed as his heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears. Shouta's words, dirty as they were, had their effect on him. God, there was something so hot about hearing his boyfriend slur out that sweet term of endearment. To be given the hint that Hizashi adored dirty talk? That Shouta wants to make love to him? It had his heart jumping in his chest frantically with his stomach fluttering wildly with that hot spark twisting tighter, tighter, tighter with each stroke.

It had him whimpering as he squeezed their erections together tightly which had his boyfriend moaning at him delightedly. It had him shuddering with his heart jumping in his throat as he stroked fast, fast, fast. The feel of Shouta's erection throbbing against his own had his stomach pooling with pleasure as his shaft throbbed beneath his fingers. God, Shouta was harder than anything. Was it really true? Did he make Shouta that hard? Did he make him so excited?

It had his heart thudding sickening at the reality that it might just be true. That Shouta was doing nothing but telling him the truth. It had his stomach fluttering with his body twisting as hips thrusted up cautiously into their hands; nowhere near fast enough. Nothing like the frantic thrusts that Shouta gave but it had the black-haired man moaning each time he moved. And then lips were coming down on his shoulder with their conjoined hands flying up and down.

Twisting, curving, squeezing. Slipping, throbbing, dripping. Everything was so wet. The ringtone of Shouta's phone started up once again with another call, but it went ignored as his boyfriend panted into his shoulder frantically with hips rutting desperately into their hands. Rubbing against him so fucking good it had him whimpering again as his orgasm began to crest upwards. Oh, it felt painful as he clawed his way up that mountain towards the top.

He gasped frantically much like his boyfriend with his feet pushing off of their placements with that desperation. It was gripping his bones. He needed to come. He needs it so badly he didn't know what to do with himself. He thrusted into their conjoined hands the best that he could while grinding himself to the black-haired man's throbbing shaft. Earning himself one of those keening moan when he found himself teetering on that mountain top. Teetering on a knife's edge.

So close, so close, so close. He was so painfully close it had him mewling at his boyfriend who seemed to understand. Who seemed to know exactly how close he was. And fingers tightened around them with huffing pants fanning over his shoulder desperately when he caught the slam of a car door. He threw his head back with brows squeezing tightly together as his mouth hung open with moans spilling out of him shamelessly. Whines, whimpers, mewling.

It was hard to pin the noises leaving him and God knows he'd be mortified about it later. Embarrassed. He just hoped Shouta would be willing to talk him down from that embarrassment. He writhed in his boyfriend's arms when he caught a slurred moan of his name leaving the black-haired man. One single sound that led to a quiet chanting; Toshinori, Toshinori, Toshinori! And that was it. His shaking thighs tensed up with his stomach flexing in that all too familiar way.

He was shaking, shaking, shaking as he sucked a breath in and held it down as he stiffened up. Tingles racing up his shaking thighs only to explode into his stomach had him stiffly sitting as he shook as that white-hot heat slammed over him. Coming, coming, coming. Drowning, drowning, drowning. Ohhhhh, that heat was merciless. He was choking under the weight of his orgasm when Shouta was throwing his head back with a howl.

He felt his erection throbbing frantically against his own pulsing one. Stiffening against him. He gnashed his teeth together with that air held down tightly in his chest as his erection pulsed. Shot after shot, line after line, of come landing on his skin as his thighs shook. And he swore he could hear the slamming of another car door outside which had him jumping. He shook with that white-hot heat tearing him apart. Eating him up. Drowning under it.

It gripped his very bones. And the sound of his boyfriend moaning his name into his neck as he came all over him? Well, goddammit it was by far the hottest thing in the fucking world. There was nothing he wants more than to feel the black-haired man shaking with him. Shuddering, trembling, shaking. He held his breath with each spurt hitting his skin until his orgasm was raking its nails on its way out of him. Ebbing out of him as suddenly as it had snapped over him with a bursting heat.

He shook as he waited for that heat to diminish as he thrusted weakly to aid the final spurt of come leaving him as his erection pulsed wildly. The hard, wild pulses of Shouta's erection against his had him moaning weakly in his throat when that white-hot heat rushed out of him. An eternity it felt he spent under that heat when he knew it had been merely seconds. Minutes. He slumped back with his air wheezing out of him while Shouta whimpered into his throat.

Hips rocking forward weakly as he remained stiff against him when he felt a final spurt hit his stomach before Shouta was sighing out himself. Slumping into his chest which made it all the harder to breathe but he didn't mind. Huffing wildly for air, he buried his face into Shouta's hair to drag that vanilla scent down into his lungs. It felt weaker, compared to the scent of sweat, but he didn't mind it one damn bit as he held onto his boyfriend. Burying his face in those black curls as Shouta held onto him.

Slumped into his chest as come sat warmly on his skin when he felt the hand holding their dicks together relax. Pulling away to which he did the same as Shouta panted into his neck with his head turning on his shoulder. And then lips were pressing softly to his throat; up beneath his jaw gently with a hand rubbing gently at his hip. And he melted. He nuzzled the top of Shouta's head before kissing softly at him with those wild curls tickling his nose and face.

His lashes resting on his cheeks as he kissed at the top of his head adoringly while he got the same adoring kisses into his throat and up beneath his jaw. Soft kisses that were given to him that he found himself eager to return. Found himself delighted to return in fact. He happily kissed at the top of Shouta's head when he sighed out with contentment sharply with his cheek pressing to the top of his head. God, the euphoria was amazing.

It twisted lazily into his chest as he held his boyfriend close to him despite the effect it had on his chest. He was happy. Unbelievably happy. This man was his and he got to love him how he sought fit. He got off with him. And there's nothing he wants more than to relish in the aftercare that came in a moment like this. Shouta's nose and lips nuzzled up beneath his jaw adoringly with his hand massaging his hip when he got a third sigh from Shouta as their pants filled the quiet of the living room.

Then Shouta's head was raising up from its place against his shoulder. Mismatched eyes, a soft cloudy gray and glittering dark eye stared at him with an awed adoration. Something that had his already pounding heart jumping in his chest when he found himself grinning as lips came down on his face. Kisses that he was eager to return with a laugh bursting out of him when Shouta chuckled breathlessly. Twisting together carefully while being mindful of the cooling come on his stomach when Shouta then nuzzled their noses together.

An adorable action that had him stunned when his boyfriend then leaned back to reach for the box of tissues on the table. With a breathless hum, the black-haired man began to pull a fistful of tissues out to wipe down his chest and stomach. It didn't have the same effect that wet wipes would, but he wasn't going to complain yet. He'd ask for their wet wipes if he felt the need too. And then there was the dreaded sound of a key in the door lock that had him stiffening up when said front door flew open.

It slammed shut when he glanced over his shoulder to find Hizashi in the hallway turning towards them. A bright smile on his face when the blonde paused with his mouth dropping open. And then, much to his mortification, Hizashi's face turned red. It had his own face burning when his hands then jerked down to tug his pants up to hide himself away. Then they slapped up to cover his face, his arms pinching close together in the attempt to hide his shirtless torso.

Shouta, on the other hand, merely clicked his tongue at his husband while he continued trying to clean the come off of his stomach and chest when Hizashi wheezed out behind them. As if the shock had been a momentary thing but he couldn't deny that he was mortified. He had never let himself get so carried away and here he was, in a situation he never thought he'd find himself in. And then the blonde behind them was clicking his tongue at the black-haired man no doubt in reproach.

"Shouta, you know better than to use tissues! It doesn't clean anything! And Nori deserves better than some half-assed tissues! Hang on!" And then, much to his mortification, the blonde was stomping off down the hall with brisk strides no doubt. He wanted to die. It was worse than anything. A situation he didn't imagine himself in. He let out a low croaking sound when fingertips touched the backs of his hands.

"I'm so-sorry, Nori, I didn't think he'd-he'd be home so so-soon! Are yo-you alright, sweetheart?" Shouta's voice shook with a low murmur as fingers drifted down to his wrists where they squeezed gently but he merely whined behind his hands when the fingers holding his wrists let go. And then the softness of his sweater touched his arm. "I-I really didn't think he'd be home thi-this early! Fo-Forgive me, Nori? I should've bro-brought you to the bedroom! This wasn't-!"

"It's fine! It's not fine, ac-actually, but I just-! I-I don't regret it!" He whispered from behind his hands as he listened to the stopping of feet rushing back towards them. He peeked through his fingers at the red-faced Shouta who had an apologetic expression pinching at it. Regret. He didn't want Shouta to feel bad. Not after the first time they touched each other. After they hit that first milestone together. He swallowed then reached out to the black-haired man. "I-I liked it! I just-! Ma-Maybe next time we go to-to the bedroom?"

"Next time?" There was an awed, hopeful tone to Shouta's voice when a hand was sliding into his. Fingers weaving together with that rough palm pressing to his. He nodded shyly at the black-haired man who then grinned before leaning forward to kiss at his face adoringly with pecking kisses that had him smiling softly. And then the thudding footsteps of their blonde partner came rushing down the hallway with the crinkling pack of wipes.

"Here! Wipes! Something you should've grabbed before doing anything with Nori! Here, let me help!" He jumped when Hizashi was flying forward to sit on the coffee table as Shouta leaned away. His face felt hot as Hizashi tugged wipes from the pack before reaching out to scrub gently at his chest and stomach. He had to admit they felt better than the tissues. And then Hizashi was grinning at him before looking at Shouta with a wink. "I plan on hearing the story for this though!"

"Only if Nori is com-comfortable with it." Shouta replied shortly to his husband with the hand in his squeezing gently with his thumb moving against his. Hizashi hummed softly despite his red face as he pulled fresh wipes from the pack then gently scrubbed his stomach and chest. Soap suds formed from the pressure when Hizashi hummed contentedly. Shouta had, in the time he hid his face, had pulled his pants up but they remained unbuttoned. "I-I won't say any-anything, Nori, if you don't want m-me too."

Did he want Shouta to say something? He dragged his teeth over his lip while Hizashi gathered the used tissues and wipes with a quiet hum before turning back to him. A soft smile on his lips when the blonde's hand lifted with fingers trailing over his red cheek adoringly. He knew if he said no Hizashi wouldn't hold it against him. He knew Shouta wouldn't either. Letting his teeth drag over his lips he then took a trembling breath. "I-I think I wa-wanna keep this between me and Shouta fo-for now. If that's oka-"

"Of course it's okay! Obviously, I intruded on a personal moment between the two of you so if you don't want Shouta talking about it then that's fine, honey!" Fingers caressed his cheek again when Hizashi then jumped up with his fistful of tissues and wipes then beamed at the both of them when he leaned over to kiss the top of Shouta's head. Then lips were pressing to his forehead softly with Hizashi smiling at him delightedly. "Now, how about I make you two boys something to eat, huh? I can make soup?"

Shouta merely shook his head with that dry grin on his lips as his thumb moved against his again. Caressing the back of his hand gently when he smiled shyly up at his blonde boyfriend as he squeezed Shouta's hand gently. Holding onto him like he was his one anchor in the room at the moment. The one thing that kept the mortified embarrassment at bay. "I-I think I'd like some soup. I think that sounds lovely."

"Awesome! I'll throw these away, get my hands washed, and I'll get started on some soup! You two rest up, yeah? I won't need any help so you do what you were doing before I so rudely walked in on you, okay?" Again, he got another kiss to his forehead which he accepted happily and Hizashi then kissed the top of Shouta's head. He played with his sweater in his lap when Shouta was leaning forward into his arms properly. And his skin felt so good on his.

"I really do apol-apologize for that, Nori. If-If I knew he'd be home so-so soon I'd never have do-done this here." Shouta murmured with his head on his shoulder, his body angled towards his good side, and the hand in his squeezed gently as Shouta's nose and lips nuzzled into his throat. And he happily wrapped his arm around his boyfriend to hold him close as the hand in his squeezed gently. "Do you acc-accept my apology? Will you? I really di-didn't think. I got sw-swept up in the moment, you know?"

"I did too. And to-to be fair I didn't thi-think things would get so far! So I di-didn't think of the bed-bedroom! Li-Like I said, next time will be in th-there!" He then buried his face into those dark curls with his cheeks burning with a fresh blush when he felt Shouta cuddle up to him with a satisfied hum as he tightened his arm around his boyfriend. The sound of Hizashi's humming just barely made itself to him. And despite his mortification, his embarrassment, there wasn't a thing he'd change about this afternoon.

Not one.